Caravansary - This year we will create a caravansary that occupies the crossroads of a dreamland: a bazaar of the bizarre wherein treasures of every sort, from every land and age, flow in and out to be flaunted, lost, exploited and discovered. This is not a tourist destination, but a home for travelers who come here bearing gifts. Amid the twisting and the turnings of its souk, participants will come upon an inexhaustible array of teeming goods and unexpected services. Anyone may pose as 'merchant' here, and anyone may play a 'customer', but nothing in this strange emporium shall have a purchase price — no quid, no pro, no quo — no trade at all will be allowed in this ambiguous arcade. According to a rule of desert hospitality, the only thing of value in this 'marketplace' will be one's interaction with a fellow human being.

Elliot wrote:Hey Dougly. The religious fanaticism is alarming indeed -- the slightest error in ritual leading to summary death. This is perhaps the key item we ought to work on in our Black Rock Caravansary. Our foremost opportunity.

There used to be a mountain pass between India (or Burma) and China during WW2, famous because it was an escape route for the Flying Tigers.It was called - this isn't a joke - the Okee Dokie pass.I went looking for it just now - because I was wondering if it was part of the Silk Road in Marco Polo's day.Couldn't find it.Does anyone know what it has been renamed?

Sunbeam56 wrote:There used to be a mountain pass between India (or Burma) and China during WW2, famous because it was an escape route for the Flying Tigers.It was called - this isn't a joke - the Okee Dokie pass.I went looking for it just now - because I was wondering if it was part of the Silk Road in Marco Polo's day.Couldn't find it.Does anyone know what it has been renamed?

No idea. But the USAF flew the route in reverse over the southern Himalayas to India at 12,000 feet, and over the northern Himalayas at 20,000 feet. It was known as....'Flying the Hump'.